My mom, the ACTRESS – third from right, middle row. As ACTRESS she was Saturday Special Matinee Headlines. Mom was happy; ACTRESS was not.
Too bad. Mom was sweet, kind, humble. ACTRESS was witchy, rude, arrogant. Even Dad didn’t know mom. He married ACTRESS and outlived her. Had some good years after that.
Mom died young – only thirty-seven. Didn’t look it. Looked twenty-five. Living one’s life and the life of another at the same time, is gruelling. I wish my mom could have known herself. Wish my dad had known my mom.
I wish it had only been ACTRESS who died.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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